A few people laughed.
Judge Monroe silenced them.
Grace returned to the blue folder.
I thought we had reached the bottom.
We had not.
“Mrs. Hale,” she said, “did you ever authorize your ownership interest to be transferred?”
“No.”
“Did you know insurance proceeds from the fire had been moved into Mr. Hale’s separate company?”
“No.”
“Did you know your husband maintained more than eleven million dollars in undisclosed assets?”
“No.”
“Did you know he had submitted documents bearing your forged signature on three commercial loan applications?”
My head jerked toward her.
“What?”
Victor turned pale again.
Grace came closer.
“Claire.”
I stared at the projected page.
There was my name.
Again.
A personal guarantee for a loan.
$3.2 million.
Another.
$1.8 million.
Another.
$900,000.
My signature on all three.
I had signed none.
I looked at Victor.
“You put debt in my name?”
“No.”
Grace said, “The handwriting expert disagrees.”
“You put debt in my name?”
